I have always known that three years will not pass too slowly; but when it finally ends, it still feels incredible.
The most important exam in life ended like a dream. Even after a long time, I still can't believe it.
There was no time to say "goodbye" seriously, no time to say a blessing to everyone, so we were separated in the crowd.
Many ordinary little things will shine brightly when recalled in the future; classmates who are not so familiar with each other in the class only feel particularly cute after they are separated. We gradually stopped imitating the teachers' catchphrases, and the teachers gradually forgot about us who couldn't answer the questions in the first place.
The past three years, whether we miss them or regret them, will become more and more blurred as we move further and further away.
And I just want to write down that good time before I really forget it.